Lyrics

There’s great romance in loving something that’s doomed.
Surrender comes easier when there’s not much left to prove.
Six feet under we all just stroll around.
Resilient people all float on solid ground.

Sunny days and rag-attacks of rain.
Manholes boil and scream as if in pain.
I walk easy in water to my knees
To find the nearest bar to put my mind at ease.

How much time left?
Not much time left.
How much time
‘Till we all just wash away?

Flooded streets on a lazy Saturday.
At least the weeds will bloom come next June… or May
Six feet under we all just stroll around.
Resilient people all tread on liquid ground.
I walk easy in water to my knees
To find the nearest bar to put my mind at ease!

How much time left?
Not much time left.
How much time
‘Till we all just wash away?